#cowboy bebop au

[social-mockingbird]

sunlight eyes

(an Obiyuki Cowboy Bebop AU)

obiyuki bingo 2023, yeehaw! this is my first time participating, and I’m really excited to see all of the entries and post my own! this particular fic is based on the finale of cowboy bebop (with some changes, obviously) because apparently I like sadness. it was hilarious to see the similarities between the two shows: namely the existentialism and tendency towards poetic monologues, except it’s hopeful in AnS and sad in CBB. go figure. enjoy!

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Zen’s eyes were dead before the rest of him was, and he was pointing a gun at her.

“You didn’t come because of the rain?” Her hands were in her pockets in a deliberate act of nonchalance. They were also the only part of her that was shaking.

“I was supposed to kill you,” Zen said, steady in his aim. “That day, if I had killed you, I would have been free.”

“So why didn’t you?” Shirayuki could feel her composure slipping. Zen’s eyes were so dark, devoid of anything human. Once they’d been brighter than the summer skies. She’d lain under their gaze and flown. “Why did you choose to be chased, Zen, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why did you love me?”

“What?”

The gun was rattling. “Why did you love me?”

Shirayuki couldn’t breathe. She’d waited for him that day, waited and let herself cry, letting the thunder mingle with her sobs, and she’d wondered then if there had ever been any love in his eyes, or if it was just the thrill of illegality. She’d been poisoned by him. She’d fallen in love with an illusion, and now she was terrified of waking up.

Zen had put down his gun. His hands were on her shoulders. He was embracing her, fingers in her hair, breath on her neck. She couldn’t move a muscle.

“Let’s just run away somewhere,” Zen said in her ear, and his voice was warm on her skin. “Just the two of us. Escape this world—go where no one else is. Fly away with me, Shirayuki. Please. It’ll be like a dream.”

Something deep in Shirayuki’s chest snapped. She could feel her feet on the ground, solid on the wet gravel. She could feel how his hands were clenched behind her back, not touching her despite his loving embrace. He was almost falling into her, heavy, trapping her in place.

And yet, if she opened her mouth, she knew she’d say yes. ___

There was a time when the smoke would have bothered her lungs, when she would have hated the acrid taste on her tongue, when she would have stolen the smokes from her friends’ fingers and crushed them under her boots. Shirayuki had been a healer, and she’d believed in the sanctity of the body.

But now she breathed in the nicotine with a straight face, reveling in the calm it brought her thudding heart.

The year was 2071, and it was always raining. Someone poked her arm.

“Thinking too much, cowgirl?”

“Not thinking at all.” White hair in an arc of blood. Birds like reapers carrying his soul away in their wake. Blue eyes turning to glass.

“Then what’s that frown for?”

“Obi, stop.” Shirayuki dodged his prodding finger, almost stepping out from under the wing of the ship into the pouring rain.

It was raining then, too. Hazy like a nightmare.

In response, Obi slung a blanket over her shoulders. His hands were warm even through the fabric. He never could seem to lash back out at her. 

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, grinning as Shirayuki fumbled with the blanket and draped it over her arms like a cape. “Mitsuhide’s making breakfast.”

“Eggs again?”

“It’s all we’ve got, so don’t complain,” Mitsuhide yelled from somewhere inside the ship. How he’d heard Shirayuki from that far was a mystery. Maybe he was running on autopilot.

Obi’s skin had the same greyish shadow as Shirayuki’s did in the overcast light, but there was still a rosy undertone to his face that hadn’t been there in a long time. She’d never admit it did her good to see some color in his cheeks. Obi had been fresh out of snark and sarcasm lately since his last impromptu trip, and it had bothered her more than she’d like to admit to see him looking so serious.

“I’m not going to leave again,” Obi said quietly.

“Huh?” Shirayuki turned, finally looking him in the eye. Gold was so different than blue.

“My memory came back.”

Shirayuki blinked. “I thought it wasn’t going to. Obi, you hit your head so hard.”

Blood on the pavement, blood on her hands. She’d screamed his name when he wouldn’t wake up. That day he’d promised to tell her where he was going every time he left—and for someone so secretive, he’d never broken that promise.

“Nothing good came of it,” Obi laughed, bitterness on his tongue. “There was nowhere for me to return to. Torou’s long gone. I can never be Nanaki again. This—you were the only thing I could return to.”

“Obi, wait—”

“Let me finish, please.” Obi, usually so deferent to her, was facing her with thunder in his eyes. Shirayuki closed her mouth.

“You’re leaving. I can see it in your eyes. That mess with Zen and with Izana is getting to you, and you’re going to leave, and knowing you, you’re going to do it when I can’t go after you.”

Shirayuki dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her boot to avoid looking at him.

“You’re going to do something hopelessly noble and horrifically stupid and I—Shirayuki, I can’t lose you.”

“You wouldn’t be losing me, Obi, I’m not going there to die.”

“Zen’s gone,” Obi said quietly. “Isn’t he?”

He was falling like a trapeze artist without a net, boots sliding on the rain-slick rooftop. She’d felt something tear in her throat when she screamed and she scraped her hands and knees when she fell beside him, cradling his body in her arms, hoping there was still light in his eyes, shaking him, praying. Why couldn’t she stop crying?

“Izana’s men killed him,” Shirayuki was able to say, wondering vaguely why her cheeks were wet. “I have to go after him. He can’t keep doing this to people, it’s not right. He killed his own brother because of me.” “This is…a dream?”

Zen pulled her close, blood-spattered hands clutching her lapels. He was so heavy in her arms.

She hated herself for lying to Obi. There was nothing noble about what she planned to do. Izana had killed Zen, and there was a hole in her heart that needed fixing.

His gaze was far away, and he was smiling, looking through her.

“Yeah,” she’d choked. “Just a dream.”

There was one other thing she couldn’t tell Obi. She prayed he couldn’t see it in her face.

“Food’s getting cold,” Mitsuhide shouted from inside, and Shirayuki got caught up in racing Obi for breakfast, glad she didn’t have to keep fielding his questions. There would be time enough to answer all of his questions if she was right. And if she wasn’t, well…he could find the answers on his own.

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It was quiet on the ship when Shirayuki left her room. They were drifting gently through space, sleeping with the stars, and she took advantage of the silence, sneaking to the dock. The tiny exploration ship sagged a bit, but it would do.

She heard the click before Obi stepped out of the darkness, pointing his pistol at her.

“Where are you going?”

Shirayuki lifted her hands, pivoting to face him. She hadn’t noticed him in the shadows.

“Where are you going?” Obi repeated. He was close to her now, gun lowered to her belly. She knew it was just a way to get her to talk. He’d told her the day he boarded the Bebop that hurting her was never something he planned to do. She’d taken it as a joke then, but he’d kept his promise. Obi never seemed to break his word. Unlike her.

“You told me once,” Obi said, resting the gun gently against Shirayuki’s stomach, flicking the safety on, “that the past didn’t matter.”

“I don’t care what your real name is,” Shirayuki had grumbled, the softness of her hands contrasting with her sharp tone. “I don’t care what you did before. Can you just stop letting your past rule you? It doesn’t matter. In the end it’s just a stepping stone. And no one dwells on those.”

Obi looked at the girl bandaging his arm, feeling her warm fingers on his skin, and wondered why there were tears standing in her eyes.

Shirayuki nodded.

“Then why are you so tied to yours?” Obi had lowered the gun now, and was almost leaning into her space, nose inches from hers.

“I’m not,” she protested. “I have to go, Obi, please—”

Obi grabbed her arms, not hurting her, but keeping her in place. “I never thought I’d see the day you went for revenge, Shirayuki. If I know you, that’s not what this is, despite what you want me to think. Please don’t lie to me.”

Why had she loved Zen so much?

“You’re right, it’s not for revenge.” Shirayuki was desperate now. She could feel her heart beating, her pulse picking up, and it was getting harder to tamp down. “I have to go, Obi, I have to see if-if he really loved me and if I loved him and if it was worth it.” She broke his gaze and looked at her feet. “I have to see if he’s worth dying for.” Her voice was too shaky and quiet for her liking. “He decided I was and I want to return the favor.”

Obi felt cold. “You—that’s not something you repay, Shirayuki. Death doesn’t have to be life for life, especially when the person who died for you didn’t really love you in the first place.”

That’s what Obi wanted to say. He wanted to shake Shirayuki, wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t throw her life away. That Zen had loved the game of her hatred for Izana more than he’d loved her. That he’d loved defying Izana by being with her. That Zen died because Izana didn’t forgive betrayal, and his revenge was vicious. Obi knew enough after talking to Mitsuhide, and everything else he’d figured out on his own.

But he didn’t.

Obi instead put his hands on Shirayuki’s shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

Weightless on his feet, sunlight in his eyes. Obi was light in every sense of the word.

Shirayuki snaked her fingers around Obi’s waist, burying her face in his neck. It was all she could do. It hurt to hold him but she wasn’t letting go.

When he put his hands on her shoulders, she didn’t feel like she was being weighed down, only filled up. “This isn’t something you solve by dying,” Obi said in her ear. “You’re gonna carry that weight of feeling like you don’t understand and don’t deserve someone’s sacrifice, and that’s okay. He wanted you to live, Shirayuki—I want you to live.” Obi held her tighter. “And if that means carrying the weight with you, say the word. But please don’t go down this path. Don’t die for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

Shirayuki stiffened and Obi was terrified she’d been offended.

“I’m not going there to die, Obi,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. She slid her hands up his back, over the planes of his shoulders. Obi shivered, just a little. “I’m going there to find out if I’m really alive.”

Obi leaned back and looked her in the eyes.

“Well, now, if that isn’t the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, laughing a little, raising an eyebrow, and then Shirayuki was pulling him forward with her hands in his hair, and Obi couldn’t remember anything else he’d planned to say because Shirayuki’s mouth was the softest thing he’d ever tasted. She kissed him long and sweet, letting him hold her waist and press into her, and Obi tried his hardest not to think about how much this felt like a goodbye.

Shirayuki pulled back first, hands gentle on the back of Obi’s neck, a little dazed. She hadn’t really thought before kissing Obi and now she couldn’t think at all.

Why had she loved Zen?

Obi was leaning down, chasing her mouth, and she tilted up into him, closing her eyes. She felt tears on her cheeks and realized they weren’t hers, and her hands went to Obi’s face, cupped his jaw, wiped his tears with her thumbs. Zen kissed her like a guilty man and held her like a dragon.

Obi was oh-so-gently stroking her sides with his thumbs, and through his tears was able to smile into her mouth when it made her gasp.

Obi made her feel like she was flying, and like she’d have somewhere to land.

Obi said her name and ran a hand into her hair.

It was so hard to figure out why she’d loved Zen.

Resting her head on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth, Shirayuki felt safe and contented. It was so easy to love Obi. “I’ve never carried anything, Obi,” Shirayuki said, under her breath, half-hoping he couldn’t hear. “Not really. Not with you around.”

She hadn’t loved Zen. She couldn’t. Not really.

She was never meant to.

“Then don’t. Live with me.”

Shirayuki pressed her lips to his cheeks, one after the other, kissing away the still-present tears.

“I still have to fight Izana,” she told him, and Obi nodded once.

“Don’t you dare do it without me.”

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The elevator door opened and Shirayuki charged out, red hair and a spray of bullets, and Izana’s men dropped like dolls onto the slick linoleum. The main doors opened when she slammed into them, driving her shoulder into the curving floral dragons that embossed the wood. The roof exploded. Shirayuki flung up her arms and dove for the ground, debris raining down on her from above. She could hear Izana’s footsteps on the great stairs at the front of the room. She stood and shook herself, ears ringing, as Izana descended under the newly revealed night sky.

“I told you before, Shirayuki,” Izana said, pulling two silver katanas from a sheath on his back, “Zen’s death meant yours was next.”

“And if I return the favor?”

Clack-clack-clack went her pistol as she reloaded it. Izana quirked a brow.

“Either way, Zen doomed you to die. This was your destiny from the beginning.”

“Zen’s death has nothing to do with me anymore.” Shirayuki took aim, closed an eye. “Let’s end it all.”

“As you wish.”

She moved before he did, boots clattering halfway up the stairwell, bullets clashing with Izana’s blades. Shirayuki swooped under, shooting a katana out of Izana’s hand as he swiped at her, slicing her thigh, her side. Izana’s hand came down on her gun as hers grasped the handle of his sword, and they were locked, arms shuddering as they fought for control.

“You don’t control me,” Shirayuki growled. “You never did.”

Izana stepped back suddenly, reclaiming his sword, pushing her gun back into her hands.

“Then show me.”

Izana’s sword was a silver arc spinning towards her gut, and Shirayuki fired, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get out of the way, watching the bullet gleam, dreamlike, watching it find the mark.

Izana fell.

His sword stopped inches from her stomach.

Obi was holding the blade of the katana in a gloved hand, turning it in the air, flinging it far. His fingers were cut and bleeding and they were both alive.

Izana coughed, once, and quit breathing.

Then Obi was wrapped around her and Shirayuki went limp in his arms. ____

The first rays of dawn made the courtyard blindingly bright. Izana’s men watched the figure stagger out from the wreckage, raising guns and swords.

Obi set Shirayuki down and kissed her cheek, lowering his stance, prepared to run. He was holding Izana’s swords. Shirayuki raised her arm, pointing at Izana’s men, fingers in the shape of a gun. The smile came easily to her face now. It was so easy to smile when there was nothing weighing you down.

“Bang.”

And they charged.

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@snowwhite-andtheknight

[hartxstarr-art]

dreamer.

commissions || adoptables || carrd

[catboy-spike]

He looks back on those memories fondly. He didn't have much but he couldn't ask for anything more; happy with the life he lived and content as the days went by. Spike thinks—if he were to open his eyes to the faint notes of strings yet again, he would never go back. If anything, he was sure of that.

[barnibuck]

MORE TRIGUN COWBOY BEBOP CROSSOVER Hello yes I love the TriBop AU sm it’s so good

@freakoid2898 Come get your kiddos

[lesbomaticlove]

im currently writing this crossover fanfic where the core freedom fighters are bounty hunters in the world of cowboy bebop. made these designs months ago and im finally posting it :)

[dongwoter]

Cooking up an AU of Cowboy Bebop where everything is the exact same but Spike is a butch with top surgery and just kinda doesn't gaf about pronouns

[howlingday]

Taiyang Has Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop as his Mentor.

"Do you think I did right, letting those girls find her book?"

"I dunno." Spike lay back against the couch. "Was it a bad idea to use her book when you did?"

"I... No. No, it wasn't a bad idea, or a mistake back then." Tai smiled at his girls playing with each other, watching as their mentors shouted words of guidance at them. "And it isn't one now."

[deancasanimebang]

1,2,3, Let's Jam

Anime: Cowboy Bebop

Author: @bleuzombie​

Banner Artist: @sketcheun

Story Artist/Beta: @nickelkeep

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,962

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Warnings: Graphic Depiction of Violence 

Additional Tags: Organized crime, Violence, Guns, Lovers to Enemies, Spaceships, Dystopian Future, Bounty Hunter Dean, Crime Lord Castiel, Blow Jobs, Trans Dean Winchester, Found Family, Stabbing, Smoking, Minor Character Death

Summary:

Bounty Hunters Dean, Vic, and Hacker Kevin are dealing with the aftermath of theft and sabotage at Charlie’s hands when Dean discovers signs of his lost love Castiel. Instead Dean discovers the man who killed Castiel. But Leviathan is more than he seems.

Link to Fic || Link to Banner Art || Link to Story Art

[totallylulalutiacreations]

I missed yesterday cause time is a funny thing. I'm still gonna upload, just will be rearranging a little. So yay! Day...uh...4 of #sansxyouweek2023 ! Since it was Free Space had to draw my new Sans, Bounty(from my Bounty Hunter AU) with Raven. If the pose looks familiar...it's cause it is. I used the Spike and Julia picture that is this exact same pose. Hope you all enjoy!

[onedirecton]

cowboy bebop au where they find laika (the space dog) up in space and take her in

[stargazer-dreamer]

Erratum Discussions

character: spike spiegel

reader: gender neutral

content warnings: implied/referenced self-harm. intrusive thoughts. inability to move on (from past relationships)

notes: also on ao3. 1k+ word count. “spike centric” in a way that’s more about spike and less about the reader

Page after page, it’s hard to move on. It’s hard to find out who you are, and what you are, and why you are, and where you are, and—

Spike tries. He tries so hard. Page after page.

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He likes to read, occasionally. It’s no good to train only the body, after all.

Not every bookstore was the same—big or small, cluttered or pristine—but there was something about that particular one, the one that sold them used, located down in the asteroid belt, that he found himself traveling to more often than not, when he found the need for something new.

If he were an honest man, he would wager that it would be more accurate to say that his visitations were for a particular person and not the selection in which they sold. Paperbacks, worn and pre-thumbed, with the corners bent, and notes scribbled in the margins—he had no part in any of that. No; while it was true that Spike enjoyed a good book here and there, he could not possibly work through the text at the rate he was buying them.

He is not an honest man. He would walk in, nonchalant, and browse the selection. After a while, scanning the shelves, he would end up near you; he’d strike up a harmless conversation—“Have you read this one?” “Does this sound interesting to you?” And, well, he couldn’t just leave empty-handed, right? His nightstand became cluttered, and the coffee table grew unusable. The bridge, the workshop, the glove compartment in Swordfish. He bought a bookshelf.

“I get good recommendations when I go there,” he argued, trying to be nonchalant about it when Jet had figured it out.

They were a poor choice of words, Spike realized, when his partner said: “Sure,” with an amused smile playing along his lips; humor and warmth dripping thick in his voice. “Book recommendations. I understand, Spike—that’s your business.”

“No, really,” he suddenly felt like a school-child; the overwhelming urge to defend himself, violently. And it would be a while longer yet for him to fully understand exactly why he was feeling this way, but—“Books. I go there for books, Jet. Books. Why else would I go to a bookstore?”

“Yes, I get it,” Jet still looked at him in a way that pissed him off. “Books.”

Despite the teasing remarks, Spike held firm in his stance. He even believed it himself, for a time. There could not possibly be any other feasible explanation as to why he kept coming back to this specific location, on this small of a settlement, so far out and away from their usual haunts, than the particular selection they held.

Not so soon after his previous relationship. Not when his heart still beated for her. Not when she still appeared in his sweetest dreams. No, this could not be that, especially when he did not know you and you did not know him. Strangers—less than so. You only spoke to him pleasantly because it was your job, and it was his own disillusioned mind that saw it as anything more.

So, he stopped going. He worked through a stack or two of paperbacks, crumpled and tattered. Life resumed as usual.

But he missed chatting with you. After your attention was on him, he would ease the conversation out of the confines of the small store—“Life treating you well?” “You ever worked out your situation?” And the two of you would talk; minutes, sometimes up to an hour, the clock ticking away until the old manager would come out from the backroom and tell you to get back to work. 

There wasn’t much work to do, you had told him, after the manager would hobble back out—probably off to go play solitaire on his outdated computer—and it would be just the two of you, once more. Update the database, tidy up the shop. Foot traffic was slow, most days. You would rather be talking to him, you had said, once, offhand.

Perhaps you were simply indulging him. Maybe he was too friendly. All the more reason to stay away. He didn’t want to appear as a creep. He didn’t want to appear desperate.

Not after her. Not after he couldn’t stay away.

Jet seemed to pick up on the lack of asteroid belt-related trips. Before, Spike would find a multitude of excuses to go. Now, he came up with reasons to avoid it entirely.

“There’s nothing there,” he would say, deliberately avoiding his partner’s eyes. “Not even any good bars—hey, why don’t we hit some bounties? We could use the extra money.”

But that pocket change used to go towards his collection of books. After amenities and necessities, he would spare some for the trip he would inevitably take; paperbacks in the back of his mind and you at the forefront. Always.

It slowly dawned on him that he didn’t have many hobbies, outside of that. He would drink, he would smoke, go out and play pool. He didn’t know if he even liked reading, if he were being completely honest. It was just something that he’d always done, after they taught him how. Something that they said he was good at. A good hobby. Enriching. Enlightening.

She had even appraised his collection, that first night she came over. Spike wondered—if he went back, would that apartment be empty? Those shelves he had spent years filling; text after text, ripped to shreds, left to cover a landfill—or did they preserve it? Collecting dust and bad memories, waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

Waiting for what?

He looked at his room aboard Bebop and found it mostly empty; his closet, his bed. Not much had changed, except the fact that everything had changed. He looked at his bookcase. He wondered if you would praise it, just like she did. Or would you look at it with disgust? Would you scan the titles and recognize every letter—every stain and scuff—and tell him he was a freak? To stay away from you. To never speak to you again.

Spike closed his eyes and stared into the abyss. He came out on the other side and saw only himself. Like looking at a mirror. He wanted to shatter it; to throw it against the wall and watch the splinters crack his reflection—he wanted to grab the shards and watch him tear himself to shreds. Hundreds, thousands of pieces, so broken and battered that no one could ever dream of repairing it ever again. To see his hands wet with it, to hold it tighter, to stop waiting around and finally finish the job himself.

Kicking, and screaming, and dry-heaving, Spike wanted. He wanted—

He didn’t know what he wanted. Perhaps he never did, at all. A man, with his two own eyes, sitting there on the piano bench; sitting, and reading, and waiting, and wanting, and singing—grab a glass because there’s going to be a flood!

Spike knew one thing for sure: he was always good at reading. So, he read. He worked through a stack. Then another. Life resumed like normal. Bullets, and blood, and books, and blue.

He thought of her. He thought of taking her home, to his apartment too big for him, and her looking at his shelves, all in a neat little line, backs against the walls, in every room. With bated breath, he would watch her. He imagined her eyes, wide with disgust and blue, and she’d turn to him and say, “Freak. You’re such a freak.” And that would be that. Finally.

He thought of you. He thought of you and he thought of you and he thought of you and he thought of you and he thought of you and he thought of you and he thought of you and he—

And he wanted.

No, Spike is not an honest man. He never has been. But he likes to read, occasionally. It’s no good to train only the body, after all.

[hartxstarr-art]

in the pokemon world, where people and pokemon live along side each other, it seems like almost every dispute is settled with battling. spike, who has never had a pokemon of his own before, does not have that mindset. this upsets ophelia.

commissions || adoptables || carrd

[illegal-spiegel]

if u ever have the time I’d love to read some of your HCs about what spike would be like with his newborn kid/the mom since I was kind of obsessed with your pregnant reader hcs🥹 love your work!

YES OMG ANON YOURE SO SMART ILY MWAH

Read previous parts to this here or specifically this one!

well, you heard the man!

he wants to be there for his kid!

so bc he knows absolutely nothing about children other than they’re annoying, they cry for everything, and they’re a pain in the ass

he gets lots of baby and parenting books

after reading a few books, he learns something

he’s not going to be a good dad

he’s going to be the best dad, god dammit!

you’ve never seen him so fired up and focused before

this man is dedicated

definitely the type of s/o that is constantly worrying and fretting over you (he already lowkey did that before you were preggers, but now it’s like he’s on overdrive)

he legit thinks you’re made of glass, on god

he basically becomes super clingy and won’t leave you alone for two seconds 

sit him down and talk to him all you want about giving you personal space, it’ll just go in one ear and out the other 

“Okay, babe. I promise I’ll give you more space.” my ass

he goes on any and all missions with you, even if it’s just to get more food or to seal a deal with someone 

it doesn’t matter. He’s there, babyyyyy

okay but like he actually becomes like super sweet and it kinda scares you bc normally he’s...well, Spike

Mr. I-Don’t-Need-Anyone-Or-Anything is now Mr. BaBy-WhErE-ArE-yOu-GoInG-dO-YoU-NeEd-HeLp

okay but no fr he’s so sweet tho 

grabs anything and everything for you, rubs your feet, presses his ear to your belly, will literally travel across the universe for you if you told him there was smth there for your unborn child 

he’s really hoping for a boy 

don’t get it twisted though. In front of the others, he acts all aloof and as if he doesn’t care

they all know better though

they even pull pranks on him 

“Spike, (Y/n) needs you in th-”

he’s already gone

you always grow confused when he suddenly appears panting and looking frantic 

“What is it? What do you need? Are you okay? Is the baby coming?” 

ah, so it was Faye again 

“Babe...I’m not going into labor for another six weeks...”

just stops dead in his tracks and sighs, realizing he’s been bamboolozed once again

Faye - 7, Spike - 2

he takes you to all your appointments in the Swordfish

every. single. one. 

he never misses one 

he even goes so far to play music for your unborn baby and reads to you both 

stop im literally going to cry

yeah well, imagine his fear when you actually do go into labor 

it’s actually kinda a funny story (not to him tho)

he was out on a mission by himself (bc Jet promised to keep an eye on you) when it happens

when he gets a call and sees Faye, he instantly rolls his eyes

“What is it?” 

“(Y/n)’s going into labor!” she screeches

his heart rate instantly spikes (haha-) but he quickly calms down

“Haha, very funny, Faye. Now fuck of-”

“I’m not kidding!”

“Sure you aren-”

“Babe! Get your ass here or I’ll kill you myself!” 

his eyes go wide at the sound of your voice, his hands instantly jerking his controls to the right to turn himself around 

“I’ll be right there! Just hold on!” 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” He can’t help but smile at that. You’re always so feisty. He likes that in a woman. His woman

“There’s no time for you to meet us here. We’re taking her to the nearest hospital on the Hammer Head!” Jet calls somewhere off screen

“Yeah, right, okay! Uh, just send me your coordinates when you get there!” 

he makes it there practically as soon as you arrive

he definitely broke some laws just to get to you 

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Deep breaths,” he says softly to you, pushing your hair out of your sweaty face

he’s there for the entire thing, offering you whatever you need to make the experience easier for you 

imagine his surprise when you have a girl instead 

he cuts the umbilical cord and holds his baby girl in his arms 

he definitely doesn’t cry shut up Jet

“Uh, can I hold the child I just spent hours pushing out of me now?” 

“Yeah, yeah, in a sec...” he absent-mindedly replies, holding the baby to his chest and cooing at the sweet bundle in his arms

sigh, is definitely that parent that spoils his kid. You can’t tell me I’m wrong 

will buy any and everything for his baby girl don’t play 

he will let you pick the name for the baby (it only seems fair after what you had to go through to bring the little bundle of joy into the world) 

if you want his two cents though, he thinks the name Roxanne or Dani would be cool 

if you joke about naming her Faye, he will literally walk out on protest ✋

no matter what though, he’s going to be there for every step of the way with taking care of your baby <3

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Stop glaring at each other and just kiss already

[the-ravenclaw-werewolf]

I have been thinking of a Kill La Kill au for the 40. Well, some members of the 40 in the Kill La Kill universe would be part of a resistance separate from Nudist Beach. Basically, it's a student rebellion. This group will approach Ryuko Matoi, Mako, Hasegawa Langa (transfer student), Killua Zoldyck, Kamado Tanjiro, Okumura Rin (friend of Matoi), Kageyama "Mob" Shigeo and Korra (who is an outsider like Matoi) to help them overthrow Kiryuin and the Elite Four and abolish the system placed. And i would actually want them to succeed, basically giving Satsuki the experience of being a No-Star. The members that I think should be part of it would include...

Fujiwara Chika

Nanase Haruka (vice captain of swim team)

Naegi Makoto (Lucky No star student)

Katsuki Yuuri (either Ice Skating team for Ice Skating teacher)

Shouyou Hinata (member of Volleyball Team)

Emma (in this universe, she's the younger sister of Shouyou Hinata)

Suzui Ryota (spy for group while he is forced to serve the Elite Four)

Heine Wittgenstein (possible leader of the group)

Sato Mafuyu (musician)

Kuroko Tetsuya (Secret basketball player and best candidate for Spy of the group)

Ishigami Senku (scientist of the group)

Gojo Satoru (teacher and possible leader of group)

Fujioka Haruhi (I would like her to be the one to find out that Shinjiro is Nui in disguise)

Serinuma Kae (Otaku Club Head)

Shiota Nagisa ("assassin" of the group and the other student to figure out Nui's disguise)

And North Italy (head of many "clubs" such as the Slightly Bad Club, the Fluffy Cat Club, and 24 others).

L would be a Detective investigating the murder of Matoi's Father.

I don't know about the others, but that's all I got. What do you think?

If anyone would be the leader, it would definitely be Heine. But here are my ideas for roles for the others!

Levi Ackerman (Math teacher)

Satoru Fujinuma (English Teacher)

Spike Spiegel (Martial art club teacher but refuses to use life fibers. He has weapons that can damage and or kill life fibers)

Kobayashi (History Teacher)

Saitama (Was forced into the experimentation of fusing life fibers with humans, but managed to escape with Saiki and Legoshi with the help of U-1146. Saitama now has inhuman strength, but all three of them can’t use their life fibers too much otherwise they risk going berserk.)

U-1146 (One of the scientist that was a friend fo Matoi’s father who came to the school to find the murder)

Legoshi (Human) (Was forced into the experimentation of fusing life fibers with humans, but managed to escape with Saiki and Saitama with the help of U-1146. When he uses life fibers, they give him a wolf-like appearance and attribute. Part of the drama club.)

Kusuo Saiki (Was forced into the experimentation of fusing life fibers with humans, but managed to escape with Saitama and Legoshi with the help of U-1146. He can manipulate his body parts into different forms for offense and or defense.)

Tohru Honda (A no star)

Zuko (Martial art club member)

Edward Elric (scientist of the group as well, and lost his arm and leg, forcing him to use life fibers as a replacement.)

Izuku Midoriya (A no star but studies life fibers)

Soma Yukihira (Culinary club head)

Iruma Suzuki (was a no star but had accidentally received a three star Goku Uniform by accident (in a similar vain as his gluttony ring), which also turns out to be sentient.)

Hanako-kun (is Iruma’s Goku Uniform and is able to take on a physical human form. When anyone ask, he says he’s part of the astronomy club)

Ciel Phantomhive (Another spy for the group, getting information on the Elite Four)

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jeeg's eyes wowie